[Chorus] C F B7 E | C F B7 E | Am

[Intro]
Am

[Verse]
Am
   Market Town. 
       Am
What a doozy walking ‘round
               Am                 Am
With all these putrid people everywhere.
              F
“You’ve gotta buy this!”
          F
Screams a whiskey stinking vermin vendor
Am                  Am
Holding up a rotten pear. 

[Pre-Chorus]
                E    Am      F
But I hold      on           to my dollar,
C                      E     Am
Looking all a    -     round me.
F                C
In this place, I hide my face,
    G                               Am
But dirty people hound me. 

[Verse]
Am
   Market Street.
        Am 
I could use a bite to eat,
            Am                      Am
But I don’t want to buy a whole raw fish, no.
          F
No, not a blanket!
          F
Yes, it’s lovely but I’m hungry,
            Am
And that’s really not my favorite dish. 

[Pre-Chorus]
           E  Am          F
So I hold on              to my moolah,
C          E                 Am
My mazuma, mon       -       ey.
F                        C
There’s no trash that’s worth my cash,
    G
It all just smells too funny. 

[Chrous]
C      F                         B7              E
                  In             Market    -     land,
         C                     F
You can buy what’s in de   -   mand.
B7       E           C                F
Fifteen years ago, wow.
     B7         E
In Market   -   land,
         C               F  
All the world’s in your hand.
B7      E          Am
I’d go wash it off now. 

[Verse]
Am
   Market Lane
       Am
Either I'm going insane
              Am                           Am
Or there's an urchin hawking book reports
             F
Oh, that's a new one:
         F
Some old guy with just one eye's
Am                           Am
Selling his obviously soiled shorts

[Pre-Chorus]
           E    Am   F
But I hold on        to my dollar
C                 E         Am
Looking all a  -  round     me
F                C
In this place, I hide my face
    G
But dirty people hound me

[Verse]
Am
    Market Hell
           Am
There's no food too old to sell
            Am                    Am
There is no merchandise too urine-stained
              F
"You've gotta buy this!"
           F
Scream the whiskey stinking vermin vendors
Am                      Am
Well, at least I'm entertained

[Pre-Chorus]
              E   Am    F
Still, I hold on        to my moolah
C          E          Am 
My mazuma, mo    -    ney
F                       C
There's no trash that's worth my cash
   G
It all just smells too funny

[Chorus]
C      F                         B7              E
                  In             Market    -     land,
         C                     F
You can buy what’s in de   -   mand.
B7       E           C                F
Fifteen years ago, wow.
     B7         E
In Market   -   land,
         C               F  
All the world’s in your hand.
B7      E          Am
I’d go wash it off now. 

[Chorus]
C      F                         B7              E
                  In             Market    -     land,
         C                     F
You can buy what’s in de   -   mand.
B7       E           C                F
Fifteen years ago, wow.
     B7         E
In Market   -   land,
         C               F  
All the world’s in your hand.
B7      E          Am
I’d go wash it off now. 

[Outro]
C F B7 E | C F B7 E | Am
Now,     now,        now